Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.